Remember Saturday's post, More to Love?
Yesterday, John took the children out on Mysterious Errand. Stage whispers were made and furtive exits taken. That sly Merrick has mastered the art of the raised eyebrow.
While they were gone, I discovered an urgent reason to phone. "What are you guys doing?"
Me: "Really! Tell me! Are you shopping for my birthday?"
John (easily broken): "I know you know."
Me: "Where are you?"
Me: "Come one! Tell me! The Bibelot?"
Me: "Guthrie gift shop?"
Me: "Picky Girl?"
Me: "Macy's, even?"
John: "No. But what do you mean by 'even'?"
I listen intently to sounds of commerce in the background, assessing precise tenor.
Oh My God.
John (clearly thrilled by his ingenuity): "YES!"